Challenge
give me a glimpse into your twisted mind
let's get honest with eachother. write a micropoem (a very short poem) about one or more of your raw thoughts. don't be scared; i'm all twisted up too. oh! and HEY! twisted doesn't have to mean ugly, u know?
Am I the only one?
Sometimes I feel on the brink
of total mental collapse
like the very slightest nudge
will send me careening over the edge
my mind feels like a web
built of finely spun thread
that will tremble and implode
at a single whisper of a breeze
and the thoughts that flicker
like a shorted out storefront sign
speak of shadows and neon horror
with a dread I struggle to suppress
What do I do with these pieces
of my fractured consciousness
I’m loath to give voice to them
making them seem all the more real
The only thing that reels me back
is the knowing that this, too, must pass
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